I know I had a weekend around here, but it seems to have slipped away, while I was blinking…
We spent all day Saturday down at the Smithsonian, attending a seminar on “Neighborhood Walks Through London.” We’re going to London later this year, so the presentation was particularly welcome. The charming presenter did a great job of highlighting major and minor sites in her home town, relaying history, bits about art and architecture, and generally making me wish that my trip could last for about three months.
Yesterday, I continued the salute to Britain by indulging in afternoon tea with the incomparable Christi Barth. We had a lovely time at the Park Hyatt (although both of us stuck with rather traditional teas, rather than the $150/cup “there are only three bricks of this tea left in the world” or the nearly as expensive “this tea is harvested only on the third night after the full moon”). The Park Hyatt provides a buffet of savories and sweets, which allows customers to avoid their least favorites (egg salad, for me…) and to indulge in extras of their favorites (cheddar-scallion-bacon scones and goat-cheese-artichoke crostini for me). The savories were actually somewhat better than the sweets, which is not my usual experience at tea.
I ended up taking the Metro downtown both weekend days — rare, given the system’s spotty weekend coverage. Somewhat frustratingly, there was a scheduled break in the line between my station and downtown — they used shuttle buses to bridge the gap. I walked the difference both directions on Saturday, but I availed myself of the shuttles on Sunday. The buses are an annoyance, but they run *very* frequently, and the Metro staff are extremely friendly and helpful (and there are *thousands* of staff to guide people, or so it seems.)
Back home for the evening, we power-watched Masterpiece Theatre’s MR SELFRIDGE (although we still have the last double-episode to view) — a not-entirely-successful soapy biopic about that Chicago man who opened the Selfridge department store in London in the early 20th century. I’m not at all enamored of Jeremy Pivens’ acting choices, and I’m suspicious of a lot of the social rules depicted, but I *am* intrigued by the transition of retail that the show presents.
In between all that, I almost finished reading Lea Nolan’s CONJURE (a fun high-middle-grade, low-YA book, with pirates, curses, and Gullah magic).
And that’s the weekend that was. How about you?Read More